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Entwined - Choi Jongho

Can your first love remember you for just as long as you can remember them?

"um Does this look good enough?"

In a low voice, you question upon the red lipstick smoothly gliding on your lips as you glance at the concoction you prepared for tonight's gala.

The grace of the sequin stuck, navy blue evening gown which perpetuated across the room was truly smiting, atleast in your eyes.

You knew not if 'he' would perceive your adornation with delight or dismay;
But what you were sure about, was of the great raptures of your friends at this petite sight of yours.

After all, something was really special tonight.
You twirl around to catch a glimpse of your overall look one last time before leaving..
lest time should defeat you in a gamble.

"Mother, Prepare the carriage.", you call out for the lady of your house as you race downstairs, completely in a trance, dreaming about what events would you embark upon tonight.

Would it be the delicosities waiting on your arrival to be ravished by you or the men who would try to court you.
Men who appease you as plenty as a grain of rice.
All except him.
Choi Jongho.
The grandson of the Choi family, and your childhood friend.
Will he even recognize you?

The gala was organized by the Mayor of the town, Choi Seungcheol, father to your alleged crush.
He ordered for the gala to exceed all limitations of luxuries...
for his son was returning from the States after his graduation.
His advent was what made this night even more special to you.

"Mother, pray that he recognizes me."

You clasp your hands together, as if making a wish for yourself as you gently position yourself in the carriage.

"He most surely will my love", your mother smiles a blessed smile at you, gliding her fingers along the side of your face, professing her admiration towards her daughter.

Of course she knows about your first love.
Your childhood sweetheart was definitely discreet in the eyes of your mother.
His high society, sophisticated mannerisms have always, not only appealed to you, but also have captured the hearts of many other ladies over the time.

"Off you go then", Mother taps on the edge of the carriage signalling for him to start for the townhall without any further delay.

Of course she knew how important this day is for you. How you've waited for years upon his return like a dame whose fiance is behind war frontiers.

You also remember how much you cried in his arms, when he notified you about leaving for Oxford;
Not forgetting how he desperately enclasped you in his embrace after seeing your tears.
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Now with all these memories in your heart and a tint of uncertainty on your brow, you look up to the sky manifesting for a good fate for the two of you.